Don Wildman just drips with gross. Watching him on screen sends me rolling aound the house infected with Douche Shivers. How can this dude, act the roll of someone worth watching and then act it so poorly? Who is the real Don Wildman? Why is he trying to be a modern day Don Draper trolling under old cities? His only credential is being an actor. Shit, anyone with an english accent would be more credible then this tick.

I know this is probably redundant, because dismissing you is so obvious it hurts, but OH, for the love of GOD, you fixed gear bicycle riders in the city. You’re so tough…defiantly helmet-free, death wish in your pocket, NO FEAR. Playing chicken with cab drivers, flipping off anyone and everyone who dares get in your way, sneering through your Ray-Bans at the pathetic city bike with the handbrakes (psshhh, so ’98) stopping next to you at the signal (when you can be bothered to obey traffic signals, that is). Read the rest of this entry »

The other day I was out eating sushi, in a fairly nice place, the kind of place where I wouldn’t have (or shouldn’t have) been allowed in until I was at least 30 and learned how to behave myself, and seated at the table next to me is this little cuss of a bastard with his hot Mom, out on a weekly date. Read the rest of this entry »

Let me start off this dismissal by stating I’m over the age of 30 and I’ve grown up with KROQ for as long as I can remember, I know that its been shit for many many years, but its always been on my preset in my car stereo. However, this is a day to remember, I erased it, hopefully to never be heard from again. Read the rest of this entry »

I love hats. They’re great for a ton of useful things like hiding a fucked up hair cut from Super Cuts. What I hate, are flat-billed hats and the people that wear them. Who are you? Fucking Charlie Brown?